Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.